The hotel was rather well-appointed if one considered that it was attached to a training center. It was a nice change. Sleeping on the side of the road like a traveling band of vagrants was not something he relished. John yawned to himself as he finished writing his log for the night. He happened to turn back to view his exhausted girls. Each thoroughly tamed, though not by him, they now slept peacefully.

Their strange cries and mannerisms during the three-way lesbian taming session were both animalistic and interesting. Despite the frustration and anger that the two newcomers to the group showed, rather their outright hostility, they acquiesced quickly under Kara's dominant hand. By the end of the event, they were practically meek. If he could somehow elicit the same outcome, might that clear some of the obstacles in building the team?

John considered them for a moment longer then turned away. He decided his personal touch should be on special occasions only. The only exception would be Kara at present until the other two girls filled their niche or were traded off.

Mindi almost went through the later fate, in all honesty. After her actions during the swarm incident, he'd been inundated with strange sensations. Up until the moment that she'd entered the rest stop, he'd been certain that the best possible step forward would be to trade her off for a team member who might perform her duties with less hostility.

In the end, it was also Mindi who salvaged the situation. He found her desire to be forthright and honest with him refreshing. Most of the Demi-Humans he'd seen were all too eager to please their human masters once tamed. He'd prefer obedience, but he'd settle for honesty and obstinate acquiescence for the time being. She did choose to actually get into the truck when given a choice, after all.

There might be something left to salvage. Admittedly, the idea of being forced to give up their life goals because someone else made a decision for them did not sit right with him. Had their former tamer not done what he did, John was certain that he would have sold both of the off already.

Contracts, the rule of law, and order in society were paramount. There is an implied social contract between man and Demi-Human. One must always pay their debts and honor the deals they make, or what is the purpose of making a deal in the first place?

John considered many things while he sat at his desk. His elbows on the desk, and his fingers tented, John said, "Just a little more. Will this team actually work if I push just a little more?"

A buzzing sound from the intercom connected to his door caught his attention. Curious about whom it might be, he walked over to ask that very question.

"Sir, your Succubuzz is ready," stated a professional sounding feminine voice. The intercom made her voice sound a bit mechanical, but he assumed it was the Nurse on duty in the confinement area.

He was both surprised and delighted to learn that one of the nursing Demi-Humans was on hand instead of the typical Generica. The equipment worked well, but a Nurse Demi-Human tended to make things go quite a bit faster when it came to many of the typical professional needs of a tamer.

"I'll be down to retrieve her shortly. Thank you," replied John over the comm-system. He roused Kara long enough to tell her that he would be leaving. She was in charge until he returned.

She made a little noise about coming with him, but he directed her to stay. He was about as safe as he could be at present. White Sands was a rich tourist town with high-end security.

He left the room, and locked the girls in for a while, before he headed to the elevator. On the way he passed another tamer and his entourage, but did not speak to him. It was a common sight. Actively engaging in conversation might lead to battle challenges. He had more important things to do than to engage in gladiatorial nonsense.

When he arrived at the confinement and re-education center, he greeted the Nurse on duty and inquired about his property. "Did she complete all of her technical training?"

"Actually, it proved unnecessary. She is gene tagged," replied the pink haired Demi-Human with a bright smile. Nurses tended to smile even when they were sad. It was a strange concept really. One never knew what these devious creatures was truly thinking, though it was known that most were sweet natured.

"Gene tagged? Someone released her into the wild?" asked John curiously.

Domestic raised Demi-Humans were sometimes reintroduced into the wild to repopulate areas that lacked proper predators, or prey animals for said predators. Generally, the released Demi-Humans remained tame, however. Released Demi-Humans normally started colonies, or small family groups, that tamed each other and were protected by law from poachers for a few years.

During the initial colonization time, the occasional social worker would be sent out to the colony to make certain that the overly amorous creatures were properly taken care of by a human. There was no guarantee that taming amongst themselves would work long-term, but a human's intervention always helped the situation unless they had ulterior motives. In some of the larger successful colonies this led to the creation of annual festivals. Gene tagging was basically a means of catching poachers.

"No. She was stolen. The gene tag was scanned through the system. The original owners have been alerted that one of their lost Demi-Humans has been found and added to a harem."

"Do I have to surrender her then?" he asked her with an arch to his eyebrow. He hated the idea of giving up a Demi-Human like that. He would get nothing out of the deal but the possibility of a thank you.

"No. The statute of limitations for forced surrender passed three months ago. She has been in the wilds for a little over a year," stated the pink haired nursing Demi-Human.

John nodded to her. It was a relief. He needed all of the firepower than he could muster.

She continued, "The original owners have made an offer to you for a trade or purchase."

That was a bit unusual. "Why would they want her? There are over a dozen of them sitting in a confinement center somewhere right now."

"They did not say. It is always possible they simply wish to retrieve as many of them as they can," replied the Nurse as she finished fiddling with the control panel for the confinement room.

John watched as the door to his newest acquisition's room opened. The Succubuzz he acquired walked out slowly upon request. She was in fine form. Her black bat-like wings and spearhead tipped tail were new additions. She did not form them during the attack. He was glad to see the collar was still in evidence, however.

"Has she been scanned?" he asked.

The medical health professional turned to him and nodded lightly before saying, "Yes. All magical and psychic scans show that she is free from compulsion and ready to imprint on her new master. When you enter she will automatically regard you as such, though she will not be completely loyal until a bond occurs."

"Let's get started then," he said with a slow nod of his own.

He walked forward and entered the room in a semi-confident manner. Within its confines he found himself facing one of the girls who had not long ago attempted to either tame him to death, or to eat him. She might have attempted to do both. He would hopefully never know for certain.

The newest acquisition turned toward the man entering the room. When he spoke she listened carefully, but she did not otherwise act in a way that seemed intelligent. It was not until he took his clothing off and gestured at his crotch that she understood the basic concepts of what was to take place.

The Succubuzz moved forward quickly then turned around and knelt on the floor with her hips raised. It was an incredibly submissive movement, but typical of the breed. They were more intelligent when in serious need of taming than some insect Demi-Humans. However, they were still submissive in nature when faced with their superior.

For several hours she had been subjected to constant reinforcement protocols dictating that the man behind her was her master. Master, for her kind, was equivalent to queen.

Queen John approached his new subject with a single purpose in mind. She needed to know her place in his queendom.